Me Buscarás En Cada Mujer, Pero Te Prometo Que Nunca Me Encontrarás

I heard that you’re echándome de menos como un loco, that you’re trying to get in touch with me. I heard that you’re sorry and want to take it all back.

That you can’t find anyone like me, how I was the best thing that happened to you. And yet you pushing me away was the best thing that happened to me.

Buscarás mis ojos y la forma en que te miraron. Buscarás los océanos de azul en los que solías perderte, buscarás esos océanos para ahogarte de amor.

You didn’t know how to take care of them, you caused storms and waves that drowned me in sorrow, but left you dry.

Hiciste que mareas de dolor expulsaran el aire de mis pulmones, sin importarte si podía respirar. Sin importarte si podía sobrevivir. Buscarás mi mirada llena de amor, pero nunca la encontrarás.

Buscarás mis brazos y la forma en que te tocaron. Los buscarás para curar tus heridas y masajear tu cuerpo cansado y destrozado.

You will look for them to hold your face, to warm yours on cold winter nights. You will look for them once you’re hurt and there’s no one to help you.

You’ll look for them once you’re old and there’s no one to get you back on your feet. You will look for them once you’re bruised, but there’s no one to kiss those bruises away.

Buscarás mi cuerpo y la forma en que te abrazaba. Lo buscarás cuando las noches se vuelvan frías y oscuras.

Lo buscarás una vez que la soledad te golpee y tu cama parezca enorme y aterradora.

You will look for my body and the way it responded to yoy you threw it away the moment you didn’t need it.

Buscarás mi mente y la forma en que te respetó. Once you get your promotion and there’s no one to celebrate with you.

Once you fall back down and there’s no one there to believe in you, there’s no one there to show you support.

You’ll look for it once you realize that I was right all along and that you can do it. You will look for it once you see my name in your poems, once you see pieces of me in your words. But that will be all that’s left of me, only my name.

Buscarás mi corazón y la forma en que te amó. You will look for it in every other woman, but it won’t be there.

Ninguna mujer conoce la lucha que tuviste, ninguna mujer te amó en tus momentos más bajos. La única mujer que lo hizo, la alejaste.

You pushed ME away, said how we had grown apart and you couldn’t see your future with me. How easy you forgot that there wouldn’t have been a future if I hadn’t pulled you out of your pit of despair.

Olvidaste que fui yo quien te empujó todo el tiempo, que fue mi amor el que curó tus heridas.

You will look for me, but you’ll never find me. Me alcanzarás, pero no habrá nada a lo que agarrarse.

You will cry my name, but there won’t be anyone to hear it. You will cry your heart out, but there will be no one to see it.

You had your chance, you had your shot. You just didn’t know how to appreciate me, you didn’t know how to love me.

You didn’t know that you could love me and you at the same time. Instead, you chose yourself, you loved yourself.

You will look for me, but you will never find me. I’m done with giving you second chances and I’m done giving myself to people who don’t deserve me.

I’m done with receiving nothing but pain and crumbs of love. I’m done with you.